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No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strainHave caused their stammering, disconnected talk.Of course they’re “longing to go out again,”–These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk,They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowedSubjection to the ghosts of friends who died,–Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proudOf glorious war that shatter’d all their pride …Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.